Burgundy Tno

She's pretty, she's smart, she's redhead and she can fight. She could be the protagonist of her own story. Except she's not ! When she awakens in this world, she's the villainess and the story revolves around "The saint". Worse, she is trapped in a death loop, forced to relive the day each time The Saint meets her end. God, the scenarist itself, has chosen her to ensure the plot goes as planned, forcing her through the events again and again, ignoring her feelings, her outcomes and her past traumas. Why is she being tested? Is she meant to atone, rebel, or play her role to its bitter end? Each cycle unveils deeper conspiracies, forbidden secrets, and her growing suspicion that the world’s beloved heroine isn’t as pure as she seems. Caught between her desire to protect The Saint from hidden dangers and her growing resentment of the god that dictates her life, she must confront the question: is she a pawn, a villainess, or something greater? Will she remain a tool of divine narrative, or will she break free and claim her own destiny?

The remarkable friendship of Burgundy and Beagle was narrated by an enigmatic assassin, whose own shadowy existence added depth to their already complex lives.

In a small café, tucked away at a corner of the city's business district, the neglected last son of the prestigious Li family, Li Jun works as a part-timer to pay for his studies and living expenses. Pressed down by his family who disregarded him after his mother died, and with the secret he carries on his back, he has developed an extremely cold and aloof demeanor as he plans his revenge. One morning, Iris Zhou, the CEO of the Seren conglomerate, known for her ruthlessness and sharp instinct in the business world, barges into the coffee shop and into Li Jun's life, forcing him to face his past trauma. Iris Zhou has come to take the business world by storm, stepping over whoever she needs to in order to achieve her goals, and these prestigious, old-fashioned families have never seen anyone like her. Li Jun has to fight his hardest not to be swept away by the stubborn woman, as Iris tries her best to unravel the scars that make him close off to her, but how is he supposed to survive if she smiles at him so sweetly? How come she is able to solve some of his life-long problems with a cheeky grin on her face? Wasn't she supposed to be a demon? ---- There she stood again, smack in the middle of the campus in a pristine business suit and black pumps, not giving a damn about the hundreds of gazes that fell on her. There were even some people recording her, but she didn't even bat an eye as she looked at her branded watch to check she had arrived at the right time. The moment she saw him, a bright smile parted her lips and she quickly strode to his side. "God, she really is back here again. What did you do in your past life to have Iris Zhou looking for you in this one?" Tian Yu couldn't keep his eyes away from the sway of her hips and the way the blazer hugged her figure. Li Jun felt extremely irritated at his friend's incessant gaze and was about to tell him off when Iris called out to him. "Li Jun! Are you done for today?" He nodded awkwardly. He didn't like how everyone in this part of the campus was listening into their conversation. Iris shot him an ever brighter smile and then turned to Tian Yu. Any trace of happiness immediately fell from her face. Her icy voice pierced his ears, making cold sweat fall down his spine. "If you keep staring like that I'll gouge your eyes out." "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am." Tian Yu quickly directed his gaze at the floor. Ignoring him, she looked back at Li Jun. "If you are free, how abut we go to that restaurant you told me you liked? You promised you would show it to me." "Well, I still have to go pick up my stuff at the workshop-" "Perfect! I will wait for you at the entrance then. My car is parked there. Don't take too long!" Without giving him a chance to reply, she quickly turned with her hair fluttering behind her, giving him a whiff of her flowery shampoo before disappearing behind the university's main gates. "So you're going on a date- Ow! What was that for?!" "Don't stare at people like that. It's disrespectful." Tian Yun rubbed his sore arm. "I know I learned my lesson. She's terrifying. But she's still hot- Ow!" With a new bruise, Tian Yun watched as Li Jun hurried off to the workshop with a scowl on his face. "Evil. They're both evil." ---- *The art in the cover is not mine. All rights go to their original authors.

[MAJOR EDITING UNDERWAY—CHAPTERS ARE REPLACED AND JUMBLED] Sorine belongs to Eric. Eric belongs to Sorine. But do they really belong with each other? Among the walls of the castle of Newarfa is a whispered distaste for Sorine as she is the lover of the Crown Prince of the Royal Family of Newar. But the Crown Prince is to be bound to someone else. She becomes the other woman with just the slur of a word, the flick of a finger and she begins to wonder of the indispensability of her own relationship. What was she? What was she meant to be? Just a maid caught in a castle or more. That's when he comes in. Prince Demian Lemarke. The Prince who is allegedly cursed, devilish power swelling under him, around his veins. He has big plans and he would allow her even more. She would be Queen, she wouldn't be tied to the name of anyone else. She would own herself. She would be Sorine, not the lover of the Crown Prince, not his pet but herself. She would own herself. Sorine gets caught up in the tangle of a Royal Mess, unable to choose between her old trusty love with Eric who is now appearing hopeless, and Prince Demian who had saved her life‌ while planning to kill the very king who had threatened her life to usurp the throne. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Who are you?" The dark burgundy eyes glinted under the cover of the shadow cast by the yellow lamp and the eyes flicker like another flame along the darkness. This man just witnessed an intimate exchange between a maid and the Crown Prince. The man steps out of the darkness and she gasped quietly. It was no normal man but the younger son of the King, and brother to her lover— Prince Demian. Better known as the Demon Prince for his tumultuous temper among the golden walls of the castle. "Don't mind me, darling" He ran a rugged hand through his hair, casting light along the black markings of wings— angel wings, that ran along his left side. His eyes glinted when he continued, "I am just a good ol' voyeur spying on my brother's sins." ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Disclaimer: Cover is taken from Pinterest. No copyright infringement intended. WARNING: •DEPICTIONS OF WAR AND GORE, DARK ROMANCE AND LOVE TRIANGLE. •WORK HAS MATURE CONTENT

Accidentally obtained a zombie factory, the products of the factory are a bit appalling. A wide variety of products: zombies, lickers, hellhounds, tyrants, pursuers, tyrants T002, meat shields, adjudicators, … Create zombies, hellhounds, lickers, tyrants, etc., command them, siege cities and loot for you, and turn the wealth in the apocalypse into your small treasury? Gold, diamonds, antiques. Lack of resources. Countless technical information. It’s all yours. Dissatisfied? When rows of zombies, fully armed, appear in front of you like an army, if you are a survivor, should your eyes drop? The tyrant holding the Vulcan cannon is covered in bullets, bringing a gusty metal storm at any time. Just ask you, accept it or not. Let go of your mind, because the book is all-encompassing and shows everything you want. [MTL]

The story about how a Queen serves revenge.

At merely seven years old, Neera, was dragged away from the alley she called home to end up joining a Duke's harem. She has to endure the hardships of being a commoner in the war-waging kingdom of Cambria, feeling the pain of everything that is familiar to her being ripped away from her life. After years of grasping all the resources she can from the declining ducal house and it's sick master, Neera meets Davina, the new addition to the harem, as well as a member of the Ronna, an independent tribe in the border with the dukedom. Together, they make their escape and embark on a journey to find vengeance, wealth, love, and a place to call home. ---- "I'll kill him myself. No, I'll kill every last one of them. For all who have fallen at their hands and perished from their greed, I won't fall back anymore. I don't need the prince's support. Hell, I don't even care if it means turning the bastard against me." Her breath was labored, but her eyes burned with determination. "If there is no man fit to be my king I'll become a monarch myself." ---- *The art in the cover is not mine. All rights go to their original authors.

**My toxic sister** ... humm! this story is inspired by real events. They are two sisters Rita Moore (the capricious, and restless girl, who loves life, fair complexion, 1.65 tall and short hair tinted burgundy) and Aurora Moore (rather pretty, ambitious, hardworking, 1.75 height with blue eyes and long dark hair down to the shoulders) orphans of father (the late attorney John Moore died of cancer) They live with their mother Angelina Simsons (nurse) in Cambridge Higthland, a rather modest city of its kind. everything was fine after Mr John's death, the family resigned themselves in order to live peacefully (because everything our creator does is good.) until the day Aurora was sentenced to 10 years in jail for a murder that she had not committed .... [suspense ...] See you soon for the rest my loulous.

Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 22 short years of her life, she scrambled in his grip. A whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh.” He lowered his head. Clamped to his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face. His jet-black hair looked wet, sweeping his shoulders. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his voice threatened to drown any audience.

Scarlet was a hard-working florist in the Begonia Village where she lived with her Uncle Burgundy. While setting out to deliver flowers to her neighbor one day, a catastrophe had hit the village with a dark creature of the Umbra Mirrorverse. As she tries to flee, she finds one of the children caught in the chaos and went to save them despite the creatures targeting her. A power soon awakens within Scarlet, revealing a hidden truth kept for so many years as she and the child were saved by the captain of the Azure Knights. “Who are you?” The young man with a blue ponytail asks. “I’m Scarlet, a florist of this village.” “Impossible. How can a florist have the power of Red?” “Power of Red?” “The power that all Scarlet Knights have.” ————————— This story idea was first created 10+ years ago and it has finally come to light after all this time. It takes inspiration from old school ideas so I hope you guys enjoy it!~